It doesn't surprise me much. These flashbacks, its a normal thing for me. Like the nightmares I use to have. I usually drink to push the memories away. I use to use razors, fifty percent chance I'll relapse. Having no hope or inspiration can really hurt a soul.
What did I do wrong to have Chase.. do that to me? Was I not good enough..
My back slides down the wall as I try my best to hold my composure. I sit on my bathroom floor whispering it'll be okay a thousand times. When I know I'm not going to get better. A tear slips, another tear, soon my whole face is covered with tears.
My phone rings in my lap, screen reads:
Harry Styles
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YOU ARE READING
Oblivion // h.s
Fanfiction:the state of being destroyed "It wasn't suppose to be like this."
